Reading the skull sky

Around 5:30am a plane takes off inside my head
It is just up there in my skull sky.
I view it as if it is just hanging there but I know that it is making its way across the day.

At 9am a man calls.
He calls me by my first name even though he doesn’t know me
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The plane dives down
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He says things that sound like I should know him.
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The plane makes an arc and returns to its previous elevation
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.
He begins to sound as if I owe him something.
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The plane drops down into a curvy
S
.
After these “pleasantries” he begins to fish around the something for nothing pond.
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The plane does a series of quick maneuvers.
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Before the R is complete I have given him a price that would make Solomon wince.

The phone makes that sweet dial tone sound and the plane continues on straight ahead across the skull sky.

I am smiling! I have to call someone back and kindly tell them that my plane needs to keep heading straight ahead across skull sky and not dipping into my meager savings to get the windows they want so badly for me to buy.